Royally Disired

I opened my mouth to say, There can be no place for magic in Camelot, and found I couldn't. Here, in the sacred grove, my magic humming in my veins in tune to the life all around, much more than itself, I could not utter the lie. Accept magic? Or let Mordred die? Maybe the choice was a trap, and the trick was finding the right path. A new direction for episode 5.5 "The Disir".